Being Well, Mary White, O my love, that you are caraidín my heart,
But let my right hand under your head or not last I live month,
For shnámhfainn river Europe you Shannon and large behind,
As you gave the top the day you yon from Loughrea.

And chreideoinn on my horse and two their abraínn the bridle,
not the large fields of white that had We're there to hunt,
is not affected him the larger boats Galway Bay with years,
Or that featured us on the white women had Loughrea.

Being Well, Mary is in love you now by far ever,
not let the embarrassment for me to comment you now two years,
your locks beautiful had been nicer than the moon or the sun,
Had not the happiness it was destined dhomsa and you have behind me.

As if I own two Portumna town of Dublin and
Limerick and London as Loughrea,
not for my own darling be that big half and thirds,
Hoping that I would be in kinship with her ??long day and year.

And give my blessing me to Connemara and the Connachtaigh north,
Give my blessings to my valentine I have not seen yet,
is remember forever forever the young woman that I did is turn our state,
as a Shannon large kept I filled to the brink.

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